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Stevie finds himself exploring more and more of his feminine side as he settles into
his sister's home and begins caring for her family. Thank you to everyone who
commented on the first installment. I do love knowing that you are all well and
hearing from you. I appreciate your support. A word or warning, though - I do try
to explore the feelings, emotions and motivations of my characters and that
requires using words.
The drive home was quiet, the tension in the car palpable. David leaned against the window, watching the familiar streets roll by, but his thoughts were far from comforting. The doctor’s words echoed in his mind, and though his parents tried to keep the conversation light, the weight of the unknown loomed over them.
I fell in love with David in high school and married him right after college. What was it about him that I loved so much? In this chapter: A very big step.
The triumphant return of the adventures of College Girl! Find out What trouble Richard has gotten himself into now!
I had finished moving my things into my new room at the Sorority; rather Caitlin did as Richard was pretty well gone. One utterly failed attempt to change things later and I was now a she. I had not expected the House to accept me or to make certain changes at the National Level. So I was here until I quit because I refused to go back on my word. Besides, so much about this House sounded pretty cool.
Timeout 4, Reel to Real: A Whateley Academy Fan fiction
Miki's *predicament* becomes known to the Sabers. Joanie's BET recording project gets a Weird producer. End of semester looms; Joanie impersonates Experiment 626. A shapeshifing experiment goes Blondly wrong; people start seeing double or is that quadruple? A BAD hair day follows. The Asian Playmate and sister stop by. Joanie subverts the American justice system.
Andy Warhol said,"In the future, everyone will be famous for 15 minutes." What if your 15 minutes came late in life, and fame decided to never let you go? Could you survive the circus your life would become?
She pointed, “There’s a bag in the living room for you. I’ve ordered a taxi and it should be here in about five minutes, so go and get it.”
I walked out of the kitchen and into the lounge. A small clutch bag was on the couch. Opening it I saw a small mirror the lipstick and nail polish she had used, a couple of make up brushes, a powder compact and a purse which had around £100 in it.
Returning I said “What’s all the money for?”
“Spending money. A girl can’t go shopping without enough cash,” she replied.
Easy As Forgetting what It's Called.
by: Erm...
part: 186.
I sat with Simon for about an hour. We didn't say much we were both upset, he cuddled me and I fussed him. We both cried. We both held each other. We both spent several minutes staring into space, or found the leaves of a dandelion suddenly very attention holding.
I came to in another room. I was alone and scared out of my mind. I had no clue as to where I was, or if anybody knew, I was awake. I couldn’t move again and I could only see the ceiling in my room. I guess I woke up when I heard a familiar voice raised in anger. I couldn’t quite understand what was said, but there was a lot of noise then a door closed. I heard snickering and laughter as the sound faded. Eventually I found the call button and managed to press it. The quiet room suddenly burst with activity as a nurse, a doctor and some other people came running in. I found out that I was at Primary Children’s Hospital back in Salt Lake City, and I was back in the ICU.
We moved to press our bodies closer. I felt Meryl's hand slowly move up my thigh. I slipped my hand under her blouse and caressed her back. Her hand gently touched my groin.
Bill and Becky finish their chat. In which Bill picks up Rachel at the Uni and discovers she knows something he doesn't. And where Bill & Becky go visit Aunt Rachel and tell her of Bill's dream.
Who Was I
By: Annette MacGregor
"... Oh, and get this. That guy that taught your class?"
"Yes?"
"Hold onto your seat dad. He wrote some of those articles!"
I opened it up and pulled out an eight by ten-inch photograph - a photograph of me - in full drag. I was dressed to the nines, wearing a bright red spaghetti strap cocktail dress that was made out of tiered layers of chiffon.
“The Duke dabbles in the unholy bloody, magical arts. Some of the more powerful spells of such evil require the blood of a royal blood line or even the sacrifice of a royal.”
“How, Taelah, do you know of such unholy rites?”
“As I have said, Sergeant, we have reliable sources.” Taelah met his gaze as an equal.
This Taelah was telling the truth, but not all of it. Takoda thought. She is hiding something...
Erika found a rock that jutted out into the lake and sat down. She slipped off her shoes and let her feet dangle in the cool water. Could they accept me as a girl? Would they? I am enjoying having friends. I’m enjoying being welcomed by my peers, by girls. To even have a girl look at me without contempt or even pity…… It’s a whole new feeling... Most of the guys here just keep looking at me and smiling. Samantha was right on that part. Being with the girls can be a lot easier.
A short poem from somewhere deep inside me. I dedicate this story to every "girl" out there that struggles to be the "she" whom she knows herself to be.
I fell in love with David in high school and married him right after college. What was it about him that I loved so much? In this chapter: To go out or not? And, if so, how far.
His left arm pulled me a little closer. I felt his strong chest pressing against my breasts. I discreetly stroked his leg. We had to be careful since the new Moral Behaviour act discouraged exuberant public displays of affection.
Angelo, continuing his adventures into becoming a girl, faces frightening prospects and returns to his loving foster mother as high school years continue. The story ends in a surprise.
"Come here, you little Dodger girl! You know I love you, don't you? I'm not getting rid of you! I just don't have to be your mother any more! Let's face it, you're like a little soap opera — with breasts!" She laughed and laughed at her own joke.
Philip placed a couple of fingers to her lips and whispered, "Shh." Putting one bent finger under her chin, he raised her head and looked at her straight in the eyes. Their lips moved toward each other and, as they touched, Lizzie Jane became limp as the sweetness of the kiss canceled out everything around them and, once again, she was flooded with warmness and complete surrender. At that moment, she would have given into anything Philip wanted.
'How can these effeminate men call themselves women, let alone Lady Muck? (It's a male dominated system anyway which grants titles for marrying men!). No matter what pills, potions or surgery they have, they'll just be eunuchs with tits! Sista Eileen, Real Active Wimyn.'
As I woke up on the floor after being dumped back into my room. I was covered in blood, sweat, tears and dust. The outfit was ruined as was my hair and there were bruies starting to appear on my arms and my face. I was not sure how much of my now sore back was torn open from the abuse I had recieved. I was kind of secure in the knowledge I was in my room where I thought I might be safe.
I will introduce myself, My name is Mellissa, however it was never this name. I was adopted at 4 months old by what I thought of was a loving family environment. Being so you young (male)was different and difficult. I realized at a early age I was different,I think 6 or so were my earliest memories of my dressing.
So…I always knew something was…off, but it took me a while to figure it out. You see it was a plumbing issue. I had been born with a spigot. I never wanted a spigot, but who asked?
I borrowed a top from Alice that was as daring as I dared to be. "Um," she said, "I don't know if you're old enough for that top, but one thing I do know for sure: if you're going to wear it, you have to take a jacket, so you can close it up. You need the option."
Melanie Brown brings us one of her sexy sci-fi romps in Valor, the story of a hapless lieutenant who keeps saving the day by being turned into a bimbo by the enemy.
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